“Are you comin’ to the dawncin’, Lady Speedway?” asked the American in his best transatlantic liner accent. “Most decidedly not!” Mind you, this answer from Lady Speedway meant red lights ahead. At the Hotel Biscuit she had the authority of a traffic policeman as to whom were who as well as what was what regarding the foreign colony tirelessly wasting its time on the verge of the tawny Sahara
“Are you comin’ to the dawncin’, Lady Speedway?” asked the American in his best transatlantic liner accent. “Most decidedly not!” Mind you, this answer from Lady Speedway meant red lights ahead. At the Hotel Biscuit she had the authority of a traffic policeman as to whom were who as well as what was what regarding the foreign colony tirelessly wasting its time on the verge of the tawny Sahara